April 8, 2014

A Travel Guide to Anawangin Cove and Capones Island, Zambales

A Travel Guide to Anawangin Cove and Capones Island, Zambales  How to Get There From Pasay or Sampaloc, ride a bus bound for Iba, Zambales. Inform the teller, you are dropping off at San Antonio, Zambales; or else, he/she will charge the full fare for Iba. Via NLEx, time travel is around 4-5 hours. Mine was from Dau Terminal at Clark City. I missed the bus to Iba, Zambales and opted to ride the bus bound for Olongapo City via SCTEx, which was faster and more scenic. It only took two hours. From Olongapo City, I rode a bus to […]
March 27, 2014

Buscalan, Kalinga | Getting Inked by Fang Od

Ruel said, on holidays, she could earn about P50,000 from tattooing alone. She was able to buy the surrounding lands and carabaos. Sometimes the neighbors would borrow money from her. Whang Od’s short stature was always wrapped in silence, regardless of the domestic noises around her: kids crying, black hogs squealing. She said the centipede, the design I chose for myself, is the guide for the lost. There is nothing, I guess, more fitting for someone who has a terrible sense of direction, who, later on, would find herself at a loss after a heartbreak. Heartbreak is one of the […]
March 26, 2014

DOWN SOUTH| Experiencing Someone Else’s Bantayan Island

“Karon pa ka kaanhi? (Is this your first visit?)” asked Emil, the only trisikad driver who agreed on bringing me to Sayaw—a coastal sitio of Bantigue. Earlier, he passed me by waiting for a ride. He drove two passengers nearby, and he shouted he would come back for me. He knew how scarce a trisikad could be in Bantigue and I would be waiting in the very spot he saw me earlier. The others I tapped at Bantayan’s public market either said they were waiting for a particular passenger or picking someone somewhere.  Or worse, they would pretend nonchalance like […]
March 21, 2014

Beautiful Photos from Coron, Palawan, Philippines

The islandness of Busuanga is different from that of Siargao or Malapascua. Restaurants, coffee shops, bars interjected between small local stores, oddly positioned between a cement shop and a vulcanizing shop. Everything is scattered and in disarray. Everyone seemed comfortable with the indistinguishableness between the seeming luxury and utter poverty. Everything shared a place named Busuanga. But. But. It was the extremes—the richest and the poorest that were pushed towards the sea: the most extravagant resorts stood proudly, exclusively on surrounding islands, while the poor’s stilt houses staggered in the slum. Snippets from the Diary: *** The moon in its […]